She liked having cum on her fingers. The work went on for several minutes. She bent down to pull them up. She wanted Diamander to make her wet like that. The long sharp claws on each forearm curled slowly open and shut as if longing to dig deep into the defeated flesh of a hapless little female too foolish to stay out of the Down Below. She ‘accidentally’ crushed her tits hard against him. Kivan started planting repeated kisses on Zanhass’s breasts, chest and cleavage. She could smell his scent. The sweat soaking her sleeveless shirt was fresh and Kivan surmised correctly that her clothes were washed daily when the chores of the smithy were completed for the day. She had her breasts bare in front of a boy, playing with them. Over the countless decades, the recently deceased inside had become a faceless name in a huge book of family history which itself was tucked away on a shelf no one dusted in an attic no one visited, just as no one seemed to have visited this grave in as many years. “We can’t teach you much in three hours but we can certainly teach you enough to fool your Lord into thinking you know something about armouring.” She laughed a lovely laugh at her own joke then said more seriously “…And you
